He could take the fire escape. But that would be no fun. Instead he jumped off the edge of the roof, manipulating the air currents to keep his stole in place even as his clothes billowed with the wind of the fall. Just before he would have hit the sidewalk full speed, a glowing circle of purple runes appeared beneath his feet for a fraction of a second, just long enough to bounce off of it before landing quietly.

Drama really is a demonic trait.